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180
Hip-Hop/Rap
180 was released on June 12, 2026 by T&G Records as a part of the album Tweaked and Geeked
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Release DateJune 12, 2026
LabelT&G Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kale Derwin
Kale Derwin
Vocals
Parker Woods
Parker Woods
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kale Derwin
Kale Derwin
Songwriter
Parker Woods
Parker Woods
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kale Derwin
Kale Derwin
Producer, Recording Engineer
Luke Hackett
Luke Hackett
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Pemdas, you're crazy
Lil bitch wan' fuck me on addy,
On my wrist, it's an iceberg Patek
Fuck her up with the cash, I bag it
No father, she callin' me daddy
Run up on me, shit gettin' tragic
Lil' boy, we smokin' your pack
Her ass too fat, can't back it
Bitch do anything for a rack
You said it, you can't take it back
Put gold on my teeth, no plaque
Baby daddy been stay in the trap
Deadbeat, just smokin' on crack
Pick her up in Rolls, all black
Roll me up, she know its straight gas
Ten blunts to the face, no react
Want a hit? Bitch, don't even ask
Can't walk around this bitch with paper
Can't smoke this shit, you'll get faded
Flyin' saucers and my eyes, dilated
Told the bitch to shut it up, she said "make me"
In my mind, lil' shyt can't fake it
I don't lie, so how could you hate me
From broke to the Benz, goin' brazy
Turn this shit around, we doin' 180
This the drug talk, huh, this the drugs talkin'
This my mud walk, huh, sippin' on the toxins
Getting faded, getting faded, getting faded
It's all gas, ain't no brakes, I'm a train, bitch
Taking off to the beach, a vacation
Shawty grab on my meat, she gon' break it
She a hoe now, she a hoe now
Making blow sounds, blow
Making blow sounds, in her throat now
In her throat now, I'mma jump down
I'mma jump down, and lil shawty, ooh
Always calling on my phone
Taking off to the moon, huh, you know I'm on my way home
I'mma take off on my motherfucking spaceship
Think I'm imagining all this shit from what I'm taking
I think shawty want the ring, call her Brady
I'm just off on a fling, you're not my lady
Can't walk around this bitch with paper
Can't smoke this shit, you'll get faded
Flyin' saucers and my eyes, dilated
Told the bitch to shut it up, she said "make me"
In my mind, lil' shyt can't fake it
I don't lie, so how could you hate me
From broke to the Benz, goin' brazy
Turn this shit around, we doin' 180
Pluh, pluh
Pemdas, you're crazy
Written by: Kale Derwin, Parker Woods
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